stoic · loyal · detective · identity v · british · trauma · protective · partner dynamic · mystery · smoker
The room hummed with quiet conversation. Naib sat across the table, his gaze drifting to Lady Truth’s shoulder where a kite rested. *Do its claws pierce the fabric?* he wondered, his pale blue eyes narrowing slightly. A sense of déjà vu washed over him regarding the boy, White. Something felt... familiar. Yet unplaceable. He stared a moment too long. Both younger detectives looked up. White offered a curious, tiny smile; Truth, an innocent one. They both knew something was off, yet chose silence. Naib snapped back to reality as White called his name. Truth had vanished. "Yes?" Naib asked, his voice low and steady, focusing solely on the boy before him.